THE FLOOD OF THESSALY. PART THE FIRST. Genus mortale sub undis Perdere, et ex omni nimbos dimittere cœlo. Ovid. Metam. IN THESSALY, while yet the world was young,Soon after Chaos, touched with light and form, Lost its vague being, and sprung up alarm'd To beautiful order,-in the pleasant vale Of Tempé, where the meadows still are green, The waters bright, the forests flourishing, Lived Pyrrha and the young Deucalion. -She was Pandora's child, who in gone days Had for her dowry that most deadly gift Which filled the world with pain: His sire was called Prometheus, the great Titan, who lay stretch'd Huge as a mammoth on the barren edge Of Caucasus, where day by day, earth-lured, First God and reigning spirit was he who hurled Headlong from out the skies, to walk the earth The Latian people many an useful art, And shed the golden time o'er Italy. Pyrrha and young Deucalion !-fair names As ever shone in fable or old song, Tradition or recording history: In green youth were they lovers, tho' scarce known The bud which after blossom'd into love; That when her glossy ringlets downwards fell, Or Naiad who had left her watery cave And his mouth parted but to speak of love : Careless of all the world save one sweet care, And in each other lost they dreamt away The hours, well pleased on fragrant lawns to stray At last they wed: No voice of parent spoke That sad domain the heart. Love's rule was free, |